This is a song about "Kill bicths"

And kill yourself and your clique

The revolution will proceed

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Call this shit the meal kill

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm gon remember her, but still

Ive got no license to kill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Take a fucking chance that could later kill

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again, bitch.